The entire poem from start to end was well done and enjoyable. I could see and feel the events. I pity the boys hand but would not take away his fun before just becuase of fright. Thank you for sharing.

Boys and their toys. My dad had a firecracker go off in his hand as a boy. Fortunately, the only damage was to the joint of his right pinkie finger. He could never bend the finger again. Picture it: he lifts a cup of tea to his lips, little finger stuck up in the air. Very sophisticated. Pip pip.